"All that is over now," cried Banfi, with drunken self-forgetfulness. "I am nobody and nothing. The vault beneath this floor is all that belongs to me. In the world without I am a fugitive and a vagabond."
"Ha!" hissed Azrael. "Then thy enemies have triumphed over thee?"
"My curse be upon their heads! I had compassion upon them, so I have perished."
"Is Csaky also among thy persecutors?"
"Yes; he is my most pitiless pursuer."
"And have all thy faithful friends deserted thee?"
"The fallen has no faithful friends."
"Thou mightst hire mercenaries and begin the struggle anew. Thou art rich enough."
"My wealth has gone."
"Thou mightst beg for help from foreign lands."